So this kind of follows Twilight still, but with Gabz's version of things. The ending is my own idea and I'm pretty proud of it. (= Hint? It's not romance, not comedy, and not action.
The Cullens invited us to come play baseball today. I wasn't sure if Rosalie sincerely liked me or just wanted me to come and ruin Bella's day but Edward said she'd requested for me to come. Even if she's not a lesbian. Not that I have anything against that kind of thing. I think I'm borderline lesbian.
Forget I said that because I've put a lot of effort in keep that in the closet.
I agreed as long as Paul could come. Edward and his family are nice people but I'm not going with a bunch of people I just met in the middle of the woods. Especially with the approaching thunder storm I saw on the Weather Channel.
And so what if I watch the Weather Channel. You would too if you were as scared of thunder as I am. Bella hates cold weather. I love it but both of us share a strong phobia for thunder. We used to hide together when we were younger.
Good times.
Did I mention Edward composed on song for Bella on the piano? I'm pretty sure I love Paul even if he doesn't play piano. But if he did, and he made a song for me?
I'd make love to him right on top of that piano.
Bella really is a lot prettier than me.
But then again, who needs good looks when you have such a lovable and charismatic personality?
Am I right or, am I right.
Yesterday we ate at the Diner with dad and her guy friend, Mike, kept trying to get her attention. I can't say I was too envious though when he shook his ass like a wild man in front of our window. Has he no shame? I'm going to tell Edward.
Edward's starting to grow on me. Much to Paul's displeasure. It was like having another big brother figure, in addition to all the other ones I had on the reserve. He was different though, less protective and more open-minded, kind of like Jacob without the temper. So more like a twin brother. Except for the fact that he's dating my sister. That'd be weird.
My dad asked if Bella wanted to go join her friends. I choked on a French fry when an image of Bella, dancing in the same manner as Mike, came into my mind. Bella refused thankfully. My dad got frustrated and told her it was a Friday night and she should get out.
He never tells me to go out.
I guess he didn't need to. Well, before I'd met Paul that is. I'd bailed out on Nikki and Cam twice now. Port Angeles was no longer appealing to me. Maybe if Paul would agree to come along.
Dad commented that Mike seemed to be fond of Bella. Bella's response cracked me up.
"Yeah, he's a good buddy." The image of Bella dancing with Mike outside the window came into my thoughts. Bella doesn't joke often either, but when she does it's always a real couch kicker. I laughed, causing them both to look at me funny. I pretended to cough and continued to eat my burger. Bella doesn't share my positive outlook on life and sunny disposition. Neither does Dad. Neither do they seem to find the humor in everything like I do.
Was my mother this way? She had to have had a rebellious streak to get pregnant out of wedlock with a man not from the tribe. A man who already had a wife and child at the time. I like to think she loved my dad as much as he loves Renee. Like Renee loves her new husband. It's like a never-ending chain of love.
I don't think what you can go wrong with love. Therefore they were all doing the right thing by going after the one they love.
Speaking of Renee, I overheard her and Bella talking on the phone last night. Some might say dad and I had been eavesdropping but I say we were just in the right place, at the right time; the time and place being right outside Bella's door as soon as we heard her cellphone ring. Everyone seemed to be asking Bella about the boys, including Renee. She suddenly said she had to go and I had this unusual feeling that Edward had arrived.
"Dad she said goodbye, she might come out. Go!" I said in a hushed tone and pushed him towards his room, so he wouldn't catch Edward's voice. Well, Edward would've felt our presence and made Bella stay quiet until we left but I made us leave sooner.
You are welcome, Bella.
I hoped she would do the same for me because Paul had decided he was going to stop by at the house before or after his late night patrols. And on nights when he didn't have patrol.
"Hey baby." He said, climbing through my window scaring me half to death. I was so shocked I couldn't scream. It was a good thing at the time but if I ever get snuck up on by a serial killer, it will be a very bad thing. Paul interrupted my thoughts by giving me a big ol' bear hug, lifting me several inches off the floor and nearly cutting off my air supply. "Baby, why're you hotter than usual?" he put his hand on my neck and forehead.
"I've been dieting." I smiled slyly, knowing he was talking about my body temperature. He seemed to find it funny. But not for the same reason I did.
"You? Diet?" Oh, harhar Paul. "Seriously though." He put on a straight face and looked and me expectantly. I guess I'd have to give a serious answer before he got annoyed.
"We ran out of Children's Tylenol." I looked into the distance to emphasize what a tragedy it was.
"Why didn't you say anything? I'll get you some right now at the convenience store." He was pacing and talking fast. He almost jumped out the window but I held onto his arm to stop him. He turned to me with a questioning look.
"I don't feel feverish anymore. I think I'll just sleep on it." I really didn't. I was feeling pretty good actually seeing as Paul was in the room. "Why don't you spend the night?" I locked the door to make sure my dad would knock before coming in. "And wipe that smile off your face. I'm not ready for that. I just want you to rest because you have to kick ass at baseball tomorrow. Did you bring extra clothes?" He usually brought extra clothes because of the whole ripping his clothes and turning into a werewolf thing could happen if he couldn't control his temper . I didn't expect that he'd bring a few pairs.
He took out a red and white baseball shirt, jeans, and shorts. He'd brought briefs and boxers out too.
I love that we can be ourselves around each other.
I didn't bother preparing my things and left it for last minute. I always do. I just don't feel I can pick out the right outfit until the morning of an event.
Paul slept only in his boxers, and changed right in front of me. I was not as bold as him and made him lie face-down on the bed with a pillow over his head, while I changed into my favorite silk pajamas. If the feel of these against his skin didn't get him to fall head over heels in love with me, I didn't know what would.
When we arrived I realized quickly that Rosalie and I had dressed similarly. I wore a black long sleeve much like hers. I'd worn a dark red, almost maroon, vest to match Paul's shirt. My pants were the same white fitting baseball ones but they had a black line down them. I wore solid maroon socks and black shoes. My baseball cap was black with a red-outlined white letter 'S' on it.
'S' for Spartans of course.
"Well, well, well. Great minds really do think alike." Rosalie smiled. "What do you play? We're doing girls versus boys."
"I think it'd be best if I just pitch." I replied after a moment's pause. I'd debated whether I would tell the truth, and did so. If I hadn't I'd be forced to play and embarrass myself.
"That makes four of us then." She said, her pretty eyebrows stitched together.
"I don't play." Bella added. Rosalie looked disgusted like Bella was a cockroach that wouldn't die.
"That's alright. We need a catcher. Jasper dear, would you come play on our team." Esme smiled. She was warm and motherly but for some reason they all followed anything she said. Something behind her eyes told me, there was another side of her that could be very frightening if you got on her bad side.
So it was Paul, Edward, Emmett, and Carlisle against Alice, Rosalie, Esme, and Jasper.
I had a feeling Jasper was really good at baseball if Esme chose him.
I had no idea how right I was.
Rosalie bat first. I threw a straight ball but she missed. She swung higher than most players.
Bella called the strike. I would've kept my mouth shut if I was her.
I made sure to throw higher, right where I knew Rosalie swung. She almost hit a home run but Edward was too fast, getting her out right at fourth base.
"Come on babe, it's just a game." Emmett called.
Alice had good aim. Maybe she had a vision of how I would throw for her. She hit the first ball and ran fast. She stopped running at second base even though she could have made it to third. She played it safe.
Esme hit on the second. I adjusted my pitch to match her swing like I had with Rosalie's. She only tried for first base and Alice stayed at third. Emmett and Edward crashed into each other while trying to catch the ball.
Jasper was good but Paul and Edward were ready for him. Edward ran as soon as he hit the ball. He passed it to Emmett, who threw to Paul. He had been waiting for Alice at fourth base.
Alice was the third out so the teams switched.
I was warmed up by that time so I threw curve balls at the boys. I'd deny it if you said I was being biased.
"Baby, play fair!" Paul called, before I pitched the ball to him.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" I threw as hard as I could throw a curve ball. He hit the third one but Alice got him at second.
Edward didn't hit hard enough and was too cocky about his speed. He was out at fourth. Serves him right. I laughed in his face but he wasn't a bad sport and chuckled a bit.
Emmett hit hard and Alice stopped at the end of the field.
Was it too far for her to chase?
Paul's nose started twitching like he was smelling something.
The vampires all seemed to sense something and went running towards Bella. Paul picked me up and threw me over his shoulder on his way there. Edward wanted to leave but Carlisle said it was too late. He instructed Bella to put hers down. Mine was already down so maybe that's why he didn't tell me to. At least that's what I liked to believe.
Bella stood behind me, next to Edward. Paul stood in front of me and the rest made a semi-circle in front of him.
Three vampires appeared. A dark-skinned man with dreads, a blonde guy with a ponytail who could've passed for a John Smith from Pocahontas impersonater, and,
Drew Barrymore?
Okay not quite. She looked too mean and flawless to be Drew. But she was definitely a nose bridge was skinnier and she was a lot more pale.
Phew. I thought Charlie's Angels had replaced Lucy Lu with a Jamaican man and Cameron Diaz had gotten a sex change.
"I believe this belongs to you." Wow, he even speaks like Bob Marley. He tossed the ball back to Carlisle, who thanked him. He then introduced himself as Laurant, the girl as Victoria, and Mr. Ponytail as James. James was a major creeper and had taken interest in my sister.
Yeah, accident-prone trouble magnet Bella, as always.
Carlisle introduced each one of us and said we were a family. Victoria was frowning at Paul.
How dare she come up in here and mean mug my man. Oh hell no. We can't have that. I was shaking in anger until Paul gave my hand a squeeze to calm me down. So, I'm that weak to his touch.
Carlisle explained that their hunting had caused a bit of a problem. Psh. A bit.
Laurant seemed sincere in his apologies, something about them just passing through. He requested to play and Carlisle accepted. He said some of us were just leaving anyways, meaning Bella, Paul, and I. Just as they were heading to the outfield, the wind blew and they caught Bella's scent. James was especially interested.
He was tilting his head like a curious puppy. Except for that evil look in his eye that made the hairs on my arms stand. Creeper Creepy McCreep-Creep, I dubbed him. I could imagine myself doing so like the Queen of England, tapping a sword on both of his shoulders.
I wonder if I was the Queen of England in a past life.
If I was, I'd make sure to abuse the privilege of telling off anyone who sarcastically said 'Yeah, and I'm the Queen of England.'. I'd just be like, 'No. I'm the Queen of England', leaving out the small insignificant detail that it was in a past life. Just as I was merrily daydreaming, the wanna-be John Smith spoke.
And yes, I'm assuming he did want to be John Smith because why the hell else would he style his hair in such a manner. Long hair was cool way back in like the 70's. The Quileute kids being and exception of course because it's a tradition we've had way before the 70's. I bet they stole the idea from us. It looks better on Jacob anyway.
I should tell him to tie it in a ponytail so he'd be like a Native American John Smith. Or even better, like John Smith and Pocahontas's lovechild, because I know that you and I both hate the other John guy from the second movie.
"Oh look you brought a snack." He started towards Bella. Edward hissed, baring his fangs. James seemed even more amused. I wasn't surprised. I think I'll add to his newly given name.
Creeper Creepy McCreep-Creep Creepington, the Third, because I'm sure his dad and grandpa had the same creeper genes he carried.
"They even brought the dog. How sweet." She insulted my man. I didn't think I could hate this rude Victoria lady more than I did at that moment. She sure proved me wrong. "And is this the doggie's toy?". I hope she didn't mean me. Or do I? Because if she meant Rachel, she had really crossed the line and was now either the delusional wife or sister of Sir Creepington, the Third.
I stopped walking and turned around slowly towards her. I was really shaking now. The world was now a red blur.
Paul pulled me into his arms.
"Calm down. Don't let her get to you. That's exactly what she wants." He said in a low voice.
He was right. She was just trying to get me. Who the hell was she anyways? Some half-way dead girl who came into other people's territory acting like she owned the place? She didn't know me. And Paul was a big wolf, not a dog, that would rip her limb from limb if she kept at it.
Not in front of Bella though. She'd find out about the big secret and get scared and yeeeeah. It just would not be good.
Back to my previous rant, I am sure as shit not his toy! If anything, I own that gorgeous wolf man!
When I tried to look back at her, Paul held my head to his chest to stop me. His hard, very muscular chest. And his scent. God, what is that magnificent smell? Is it his soap? Cologne? Deodorant?
Before I could contemplate a way to find out what he used, I was yet again flung over Paul's shoulder and he was running to the car. Er, jeep thingy. He wasn't very gentle when he threw me into the back seat, jumped in, and shut the door behind him.
Edward forced Bella into the front seat putting on her seatbelt in such a rush, Bella screamed at him.
Is it just me or is this kind of a bad moment to arguing about seatbelts? I guess I can't really say anything because I was thinking about Paul's chest and delectable scent during a vampire showdown.
He buckled on my seat belt too.
I was glad he did. Edward was driving like a madman who just escaped from an asylum. Bella wasn't helping by demanding to know what was going on. I thought it was pretty obvious that Creepington wanted to suck her blood but maybe it's because I'm just so smart. Or not.
Apparently there was more to it. Creepington was a tracker. Personally, I thought it was a swell match and a way to vent his creepiness. I'd be happy for him if he wasn't after my sister. Edward wanted to take her far away and hide her from him until he was able to kill Creepington. Bella refused to leave dad.
I agreed 100%.
"Turn around Edward." I demanded, "Bella has to lead him away from dad. Paul and I will stay. He'll watch over him and I'll make sure he doesn't get too hurt from Bella leaving." I next turned to Bella, "Bells, you have to promise me though," she nodded, "that you'll come straight back as soon as Creeper is dead.".
I knew it was just the name for him. Bella didn't need to ask who I meant. I concluded that it was common knowledge that he was the creepiest creature to walk the earth.
At the house, Bella showed her acting skills by faking a break-up with Edward and leaving. She repeated what Renee had said when she'd left our dad.
It was a low blow and I almost felt angry at her. Until I realized dad wouldn't have let her go any other way.
As soon as her car pulled away, dad ran outside and down the road in the direction they'd driven. Paul and I tailed behind him. I could feel my eyes getting wet and that odd feeling in my throat that you get when you stop yourself from crying.
When the car was out of sight, he got down on his knees. It was déjà vu. He'd done the same thing when Renee left.
This time though, he threw himself on the ground and sobbed. Something I'd never seen him do before.
My rolemodel. The man who raised me and taught me everything I knew. The one who made me love life. My father. Bella and I's father. He was my very own superman.
Some might be embarrassed to have their parent crying in the middle of the road, like a toddler throwing a tantrum.
But I have a gift for seeing things as they truly are; and this, is the most touching thing in all of heaven and earth.
A father's love for his daughter.
I stopped trying to control my tears and let them fall.